I’ve been told we’re from different times, so if you’d rather not talk to me, I understand 100%.
If you would give me just a fraction of your time, currently I’m still...”convalescing” here at Casa de Stark-Potts in the Up, so you’re welcome to stop by whenever you like. Maybe. Not the middle of the night– you get it.
[She's...exhausted, quite frankly. Between losing Vision and those awful illusions in the hotel, she's fallen into a deep emotional slump that only a few people seem able to rouse her from. Spending time in Al Dahanab hadn't helped - she doesn't need any more help feeling lonely, thank you very much.
Her soul-deep exhaustion is evident in her voice when she calls back.]
I'm here.
[That's about all she can say for herself, really. But her hair is very definitely brown, not that awful box dye color she'd been forced to dye it on the run.]
voicemail; un. mrpotts
I owe you several apologies.
I’ve been told we’re from different times, so if you’d rather not talk to me, I understand 100%.
If you would give me just a fraction of your time, currently I’m still...”convalescing” here at Casa de Stark-Potts in the Up, so you’re welcome to stop by whenever you like. Maybe. Not the middle of the night– you get it.
Call me back, please– or don’t, as you like.
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Her soul-deep exhaustion is evident in her voice when she calls back.]
I'm here.
[That's about all she can say for herself, really. But her hair is very definitely brown, not that awful box dye color she'd been forced to dye it on the run.]
What happened?